On the other side of the lake 2

From Visnums-Kil, we decided to go to Trosö, because there was a really cool bridge there, and also a café my mother remembered and liked. The café was closed, but the bridge was beautiful, and there was a neat standing stone marking the bridge. The stone was much older than the bridge, but still both were cool.
At Trosö we went to Trosö Kyrka, where we knew that Hanna’s father, Anders Erik Eriksson was born. The problem was, we didn’t know his parents, because we couldn’t read the first Parish Register we obtained online of his birth. We were hoping to find a gravestone or some type of… something to help us get his parents names and/or find out where he worked before he got married and moved. Aka… the farm he worked on, or something like that.

While Mom and the Grandma’s were wandering the farm, I decided to go in the other direction because I was cold and the sun was shining on that side of the church. There I met a very nice Swedish woman who only spoke Swedish, and the gardener. In my broken Swedish I tried to tell them who we were looking for, and what we were doing there. Meanwhile, Mom and co. were off wandering around. Finally, they made it to me, and the gardener (who had been listening and silent) showed that he could speak a little English, and offered to let us in the church so we could look at it. We accepted gratefully. (I have pictures of all the different churches… postcards too)

Well, on the way out we encountered a daughter and her mother who were going to visit graves, and they gave us some helpful information. If we went to Mariestad Biblotek (Library) there were records of the parish books. They told us we might be able to look at the microfiche if we got there before six. It was then around three, and we had eaten breakfast at seven-thrity and a measly half cup of icecream at eleven. We were all DYING of hunger, and quite dizzy when we stepped out of the car in Mariestad. So we FINALLY got something to eat… but not TOO much, because we were having dinner at a nice restaurant at eight. There was a really really good raspberry crumb tort… it reminded me of the topping you put on apple crisp. They served the raspberry crumb tort warmed with vanilla sauce… it was similar to a vanilla pudding or custard, but like all Swedish candy, it wasn’t very sweet. It was yummy though.